the black bishop
and the white knight
felled in field of battle
as kings and queens
of gray feast at table
so many dishes
but never enough
leftover for those
at a beggars banquet
on long night of the living dead as
my lai
and chicago
were out of sight
all along the watchtower.
- Author: Jon Nakapalau ( Offline)
- Published: September 29th, 2019 18:57
- Comment from author about the poem: Trying to encapsulate this year.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 16
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